My Day

I was laying in bed this morning, okay noon, when I hear my roomates talking in the kitchen.
"What are you doing today?"
"I was supposed to see a movie with Chrissy, but she's still asleep."
"Of course she is. I'll drive if you wake her up."
Knocks on my door.
"You have five minutes to get ready." Elaine goes to Herkimer to get coffee for the three of us. I pull my hair into a pony tail, put glasses, jeans and a Mariner's sweatshirt on, grab a banana and go. We drive to Wallingford and I stumble out the car, still half asleep despite the empty cup in my hand and a burnt tongue. We are there to see "There Will Be Blood." FANTASTIC. As we walk to the car afterwards, Jess and Elaine talk about how great Daniel Day Lewis was. Yeah, true. But, my head swarms with Paul Dano. Elaine and I drop Jess off downtown and go to Jack in the Box on the way home. I order Jalapeno Poppers. YUM. Back at the apartment I eat them all. Zach stops by, and I make him a drink (Gin, Raspberry Liqueur, and Orange Juice: the Pink Polly is born) and decide I want one. Elaine runs back to Herkimer and gets more drip coffee for her and I. Once our cups are a little empty we fill it with Baileys. So great. I read some Walt Whitman, Zach reads the Sparrow, and Elaine is staring at my Godfather DVD trying to decide if she wants to watch it or not. Galen comes over. We go get Brett. We go see "Juno." I liked it, but halfway through the movie I begin feeling super nauseous. I wonder why. My eating habits need some adjustments. Now I'm still buzzed on the caffeine and the Baileys.

Just felt like sharing.